Date: Thu, 14 Feb 2008 12:25:58 -0500
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Catfighting By My Rules
I watched her kick her legs up on her desk as she began another long break,
her fourth of the day. I couldn't believe what kind of shit she got away
with in my office - she never did any work, she socialized constantly, and
she had even been busted sneaking in the office with her boyfriend just for
quick, dirty sex. She loved to chat about Cameron, the 'big, sexy stud' she
was always with, just to make the other girls in the office jealous.
Not that she didn't have enough of a body to make the girls jealous - she
was 5'7", blonde, blue-eyed, and everything about her was sexy. She wore
short skirts (which was against office protocol but no one ever said
anything,) sleeveless tops (also against office protocol,) and took casual
Fridays very seriously the way she was doing today - a skimpy bikini top
that barely covered her huge breasts. She was a G-cup, a fact that she was
very proud of, and she showed it off as much as she could.
She leaned back, talking on her cell phone with Cameron for pretty much all
afternoon as if she was the only one in the office. She had been here three
months and had basically gotten paid to sit around and look sexy. Not that I
minded that; I didn't hire her for her brains, though I had hoped for her to
get at least some work done. I admit it - I hired her mainly because I like
looking at her. Sooner or later, I would have to fire her or reassign her
and maybe hire some new eye candy, but I was enjoying her for as long as I
could.
I left a note on her desk to tell her that it was time for her review - she
was with me for three months, and I guess I had to get her to do something
around the office. I wrote just a simple message for her; she was pretty
dumb, so I had to keep my messages simple. Hopefully, she could comprehend a
note that said,
'Tiffany - Come to my office for your review at 5. I'll be waiting. Candi'
I was looking forward to talking to her if only because I could eye her and
she wouldn't know the difference or, at the very least, didn't mind. She
told Cameron on the phone that she was used to being checked out by other
girls, including all the times she referred to me as a 'dirty lesbo' - a
term I loved because it was so right.
When it came to girls like her, I was a complete sucker. I loved ditzy,
airheaded blondes, and Tiffany was as dumb as they came. She was 19, just
finished high school, and admitted that she got higher grades because of her
rack than her work. Her ass was incredible, too; the short skirts she wore
left plenty of chances to look at the round, curvaceous, untamed backside
that she took almost as much pride in as her pierced tits. I had seen enough
of her to know she had Cameron's name tattooed on her ass; I was guessing
she was the subservient type.
I consider myself attractive, and if Tiffany were a lesbian, I know she
would do me; I'm 5'11" and a DDD with a nice ass of my own. I'm biracial; my
mom's Nicaraguan and very sexy, and my dad's white. I've also been told I'm
commanding, something I've taken a lot of pride in.
I spent the last half-hour of my day sorting through papers and dreaming of
what Tiffany's review would be like if she were into girls, but she talks up
Cameron so much that I know she can't be. Tiffany spent it prattling away,
even saying she had to go see me for a 'lame work meeting' with me.
The end of the day finally came, and I sat waiting for her in my office,
licking my lips as I got the chance to ogle my sexy employee. The way I saw
it, if she didn't want to be checked out, she shouldn't dress the way she
does.
She walked in, and the door shut behind her - and instantly, she loses her
skirt. She doesn't even seem to let it affect her, although she makes it
painfully obvious she has only a red, lacy g-string on underneath.
As she crosses her legs, she blushes, trying to look embarrassed but clearly
loving the fact that she's showing off her body to her 'dirty lesbo' boss.
Even though I knew she was straight, I didn't mind - and then her bikini top
snapped.
Her massive tits had burst her bikini top, and it fell to the floor, and she
was sitting in my office not even attempting to cover them. Her nipple rings
had blue sapphires in them, and her breasts were even more massive when they
were bare. I loved them.
I started into my review, and my first admonition to her was about her
attire - the miniskirts, sleeveless tops, and disregard for dress code - I
had to remind her that it wasn't right for the office, and I told her I was
giving her a warning.
And then I just winked and told her,
'Dress any way you want, Tiffany. I love to watch. I just said this so the
other people in the office wouldn't get upset. You see, Tiffany, I let you
get away with everything because I love dumb blondes.'
Tiffany seemed offended at first, but she knew she was dumb, and she had
always been proud of it. Guys found it sexy, and Cameron loved how mindless
she was. She blushed again and flipped her hair, absolutely loving how
impressed I was with her.
She called me a 'dirty lesbo' in her next sentence, making it obvious that
this was the smartest thing she was capable of saying. She asked me if I
wanted to see more - the fucking tease.
I declined, mainly because I love g-strings and heels, and she said
something after that that made me realize that it was coming off anyway. Out
of her mindless mouth came,
'Cammy's taking me to a strip club tonight.'
I knew of no guy who went by 'Cammy' or took his girlfriend to a strip club.
I licked my lips and asked her which one, and she smiled and told me,
'We're going to Cheetah Girls -- oh no. Did I just say that?'
Cheetah Girls was an all-female strip club that was very ritzy and didn't
allow men in the door. I knew Tiffany ssecret - Cameron wasn't her
boyfriend, as she claimed. Cameron wasn't a big, muscular guy, and those
pictures on her desk were fakes. Tiffany was a dirty lesbo like me - and
Cameron owned her.
I seized my opportunity and told her firmly,
'Bend over the desk, lesbo. I want your tits pressed against the desk and
your big ass in the air.'
She denied that she was a lesbian and that she simply misspoke, saying that
Cameron was taking her to...Chaps for Girls or something she just made up on
the spot, someplace that there's no way any guy would take her to. I smiled
and reiterated,
'I don't buy it, lesbo. Now bend over the desk, slut. Your girlfriend owns
your ass, and I'm about to share. When you're done, my name will be on your
other cheek.'
She told me she only had Cameron's name on her ass because 'he' had her name
on 'his.' So I decided to cross her thoughts up, something very easy to do
to a dumb blonde - and I asked her when Cameron's shift was over tonight.
She smiled and replied,
'Cameron doesn't strip anymore after Cheetah Girls -- oh no, did I just say
that?'
Too late, lesbo. And with that, she was mine. I reiterated my order one more
time, and this time, she obeyed, her bare tits on my desk and her big,
beautiful ass in the air. She was mine to spank.
And spank her I did. The cheating bitch got her ass smacked by her tough,
horny Latina boss. The dumb blonde was bent over without restraints or
anything; she simply obeyed me after I crushed her will to disobey.
I put her hands behind her back and tied them there with a leather strap I
had in my desk; I kept it waiting for the day I would dominate my blonde
beauty, and the day had arrived. Her hands were pinned behind her back, she
was at my mercy - and from the way she looked at me, she couldn't have been
happier about it.
I wanted to know what her beloved Cameron did to her - not that I was out of
ideas, but just out of curiosity to see how experienced she was. Tiffany was
very detailed in her descriptions of what Cameron did - every punishment
started out with a spanking, just the way I was doing. Cameron switched to a
paddle before long and paddled Tiffany's ass until she cried like a bitch,
and when she was done crying, she was made to strip to a pair of heels and
stockings and 'catfight' with Cameron. Of course, Tiffany's hands were
always tied, and she had a gag in her mouth, so she was always at a
disadvantage; that plus Cameron's strength advantage meant that Tiffany
always lost.
Tiffany told me that the rules of catfighting were simple and that Cameron
was an expert - two girls wrestle, one wins, and the loser tongues the
winner to orgasm. Of course, she really was as dumb as she looked; I knew
exactly what catfighting was and was pretty good at it. What she didn't know
was that I played by a little different rules, and that I was extremely
well-versed in Cameron's brand of catfighting.
Tiffany was about to find out just how much of a 'dirty lesbo' I really was.
I told her that, like her battles with Cameron, this was a mistress-slave
battle, and the Mistress makes the rules. The strap on her wrists stayed,
and she had to fight blindfolded, gagged, and in stilettos, which I provided
for her as I slid some fishnet stocking up her sexy legs. Also, the fight
was over when I said it was - and I decided who won.
She told me that Cameron never made her fight blindfolded, but she was
familiar with the rest - except what I told her as I stuffed the gag in her
mouth. I told her that, if she won, she could have my job and I'd be her
personal assistant, I'd dress in a g-string and heels, and she could do as
she pleased with me. Both of us knew she wasn't going to win.
However, in addition to making her eat my pussy after I beat her, I was
expecting my name to be tattooed on her other ass cheek, and I reminded her
that there was plenty of room for it. It bears lots of repeating just how
big her ass really is, and I absolutely love it. I didn't say anything about
my plans for her job, but after this, she was definitely going to be right
under my thumb. This stuck-up, ditzy blonde lived to serve.
I finished up her spanking...grudgingly, of course; her ass was like heaven,
and I could slap it around and watch it bounce all day. I loved the way her
sexy g-string split her voluptuous ass cheeks and how I knew that was really
all she needed to feel dressed. Her G-cup pierced tits took care of
themselves, and she didn't mind showing off the sapphires in her nipple
rings. I was a little curious about how she was able to afford them on her
income, but I assumed Cameron was rich.
I changed quickly into my catfighting outfit - leather lingerie and boots as
well as a leather cat mask. I love dressing in leather; it makes me look and
feel so intimidating. Tiffany didn't know this, but I was undefeated in my
catfighting circle, even humilating other Mistresses, and the rule about
taking down a Mistress is a good one - you get the Mistress and her slave.
I told Tiffany that the fight was on, and I started out by slapping her hard
across the face. She didn't respond and tried to break the restraints - in
mistress/slave fights, the slave is restrained with something they can try
to get out of, but they almost never succeed, and when they do, they are
usually so battered and bruised that they end up losing anyway, and the
restraint just goes back on for the Mistress to claim her prize.
She was failing miserably at trying to free herself, and I was slapping her
tits and her face in attempts to knock her down. I was amazed that she took
it as well as she did; clearly, she was used to being roughed up by Cameron,
and she didn't fall over like a little bitch. I grabbed her nipple rings,
and she squealed through the gag but took it; clearly her tits were used to
being tortured, and I loved that. She was dumb, submissive, and lived for
pain.
I pinned her against the wall and slapped her tits around. She wasn't going
down yet, and watching her fight to stay standing was so wonderful. She
tried to escape her bonds to no avail; I tied the strap really well and had
never had a girl come close to escaping. I've seen inexperienced Mistresses
do a sloppy job of tying a slave's hands; in rare cases, the slave can
overpower her Mistress, and then the Mistress becomes the slave.
That wasn't happening here. She was continuting to try to escape; meanwhile,
I was punishing her more and more. I threw her back over the desk and
punished her ass some more. As much as I enjoyed playing with her G-cup
tits, I'm an ass woman until I die. And she had a fantastic one - so big, so
plump, and so spankable. I didn't need a paddle. I lived for feeling my hand
cracking across her massive ass cheeks, especially right in the spot where
my name would soon be tattooed.
Her ass was bright red after the spanking I gave her, and I licked my lips
as I admired her punished ass, which matched her lacy g-string in color. I
forced her to her knees and slapped her some more. Then I looked down at her
as she began to try to defy me. In her latest attempt to escape...
...I couldn't help but notice that the slave had pissed in her panties. They
were soaked with her slave piss, and clearly they needed to come off. I
pulled them off and laid them with her other discarded clothes; I loved the
fact that she would now have to walk out of the office naked. I smiled as I
told her,
'You like that, don't you, bitch? Open wide,'
I said as I removed the gag from her mouth and stripped off my leather
thong. Instinctively, she licked my pussy, but this wasn't what I had in
mind for her.
I let loose a hot stream of piss into her waiting slut mouth. I got some on
her lips, but most of it went directly in. I filled her mouth as I let loose
with the piss that I had been holding for her since before I brought her in
for her review, knowing it was going straight into her mouth.
Tiffany swallowed every drop like a good little piss bitch; she had to be
experienced at sucking piss down, and she had to know she would be getting
more experience from me. I wasn't about to take any more piss breaks; if I
needed to piss; I would be using her.
She dried off her mouth with her tongue and lapped up the last bit of piss
from between my sexy legs; without being told, she began to eat my pussy. I
clenched my legs together and all but forced my kneeling slave to lick
faster. I sat down in my leather chair and continued to let her pleasure me,
which she seemed to love more than anything; I hadn't even ended the
catfight, and she already decided she had lost. This was the mark of a true
slave.
She loved the verbal abuse I heaped on her as I called her all kinds of
names, like 'piss-drinking slut' and 'cheating slave bitch.' She wasn't
really cheating, since I started everything, but she wasn't stopping me, and
she absolutely loved it.
I began to climax, but I showed very little emotion; I didn't moan or scream
because I was calling her a bitch. I wanted a strong, powerful climax from
the nasty, piss-drenched slave, and I wasn't settling for less.
I squeezed the slut's head between my legs as she licked like she had never
licked before. I avoided melting into the orgasm my bitch was giving me and
that I would no doubt deny her; I had to maintain my status as the one who
owned her. It wasn't hard, of course; she willingly took all the punishment
I dished out.
As I was finished with her, I picked her up and threw her against the wall
again, making her expect more abuse and more rough treatment, especially for
her tits. I took off my leather bra and stepped over to where she was pinned
against the wall. I slapped her face one last time...
...and then I kissed her. This time, I decided to let myself melt; she was
an incredible kisser. I knew she was incredible at lots of things, including
pleasing women, but I momentarily didn't care as I enjoyed her tongue
touching mine. I broke character for a moment and told her she was a great
kisser. She smiled and told me the same as we continued to tongue-wrestle.
She broke the kiss and explained that she had to be at her other job at
seven. She explained that she was a stripper on the side and made more money
there than here, and she loved both jobs. She supported Cameron, who
dominated her financially as well as physically, mentally, and sexually;
Cameron stayed home all day, watched lesbian porn, had other girls over, and
enjoyed life, and she and Tiffany loved it that way.
She put on her skirt and left with me; her top was broken and her g-string
was soaked in piss, so she left them. I dropped her at her job, with a
promise that I would be back for her to get her that tattoo I wanted her to
have...and for another round of catfighting...